Disappearances

Do they go awaybecause we grow too tame?Do we no longer believe
inwhat we cannot own?

Hand-carved wooden spoons
and hand-broidered hems --Where is the art in our
daily life?Where are our cathedralsthat sing to the sky?Are we so small and weakwe no longer create --or too small and weakto let others be great?

The invisible man at the
desk next dooris then the invisible
man on the streetand then he's the body
fished out of a riverthat may or may not make
the paper's back sheet.

Do we no longer have people
inside of us?Or have we stopped believing
"human beings" exist?